𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 , 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 ²

8 | 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞

google: weather.com

HURRICANE IAN

"oh my gosh! jack come look at this!"

he walks over to my computer, "jeez that looks bad" he said laughing.

i hummed in response. i checked the time.

3:00pm

i closed my computer and went over to the couch, where jack was sitting.

"we haven't hung out in like, forever! since i'm so busy with hockey, and your busy with-"

"yeah, i get it jack." i said cutting him off, he sighed.

he turned on the tv and the news flowed on the tv.

"oh geez." i said looking at the weather.

"that's coming straight at us!" he said.

me and jack look at each other.

hurricane
bridgit mendler

think the clouds are clogging up my brain

like the weather drain same

as the tears on my face

and i'm stuck up in the

storm eye

i guess i'll be all right

oh (uh-oh, uh-oh)

oh, oh (uh-oh, uh-oh)

then it hits me like

oh (uh-oh, uh-oh)

oh, no (uh-oh, uh-oh,

uh-uh-oh)

and you're that wind

that swept me off my feet

got me flying till I'm crying,

and I'm down on my knees

that's what dorothy

was afraid of

the sneaky tornado

oh (uh-oh, uh-oh)

oh, oh (uh-oh, uh-oh)

there's no place like home

(uh-oh, uh-oh)

oh, oh (uh-oh, uh-oh,

uh-uh-oh)

i'm boarding up the windows

locking up my heart

it's like every time